This is a song about "The bay"

The bigger the the fun

We have nothing in common

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

As i wait till its late at the dock by the bay

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Owed the dope man for his productand he swore if he did not pay

Or go to sleep, or youll have a dream where youre drowning in the bay

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,